Yes, I Can Dance

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

about a girl who lives to dance, to move.

Yes, I Can Dance

(So what are you going to do about it?)

I was born to dance. For me, life is as simple as that. I live for it, breathe for it. I feel so at home, and yet so alive and free when I am dancing. My body flows along with the music; I can feel the beats in my feet and my heart. People spin around me; and we make the most beautiful art known to man. And although we all think as one, it feels as if there is no one else in the world – no audience, no critics.

And hey, I gotta admit, I’m pretty damn good at dancing, too.
Unfortunately, no one else but me seems to understand these things. My parents say I am irresponsible and there is no future for me in dancing. That I have to be the best to even get anywhere.
It stings.
It hurts that they think they know me, when in truth, they don’t! Like they would even know how good I am at dancing – they don’t even bother to come to any of my performances, don’t make an effort to just seem interested in what i do. Besides, they have to take away part of the fun; they want me to think about my future. Their words complicate things, make dancing seem so … plain. What is the harm in living every moment in the present, and seeing where my feet take me? That is part of the reason I love to dance so much, I enjoy the (as ironic as it may sound) the structured impulsivity of it. We are taught how to dance, what to do, how to move and yet, when it comes to performing, us dancers move as if on impulse, like nothing else matters and as merely a group of people moving together, sharing the same profound emotions.
Even my friends don’t quite understand. They do not understand the devotion and unbreakable ties to dancing that I feel. I can still relate to them, but they are out shopping and worrying about boyfriends and pimples while I practice, repeat and retrace every step that is in my mind. I guess I could say that dancing is my boyfriend.
Look at me! I sound like such a whiner! A misunderstood teenager whom no one will listen to! But I’m not like that. If no one understands me, it doesn’t matter. Like I give a crap! Because I will dance, I will wear my feet into the ground, and my body to exhaustion, but nothing will stop the rhythm, the beat of my heart! To that, I can always dance.


Submitted: February 07, 2009

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Gentlespirit

I will say this, for 14 years old you are rather mature. Your work appear pretty mature and although the 'theme' is one of teenage angst, I can hardly believe it is a 14 year old who wrote it.

Please do not think I am being condescening. I am not. If anything it is a compliment.

Your spelling and grammar ammazes me for someone so young too. the manner in wich this piece has been written (you SURE YOU ARE 14 ? LOL) SURPRISES me!

Not only my dear is there no 'harm' living in the present, living in the here and now is EXACTLY the way to live one's precious life!

Excellent

Sun, February 8th, 2009 4:03pm

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thankyou!! yep, i am DEFINITELY 14 (well, i was last time i checked, anyways, lol). but thankyou! i'm so glad you like my work!

Mon, February 9th, 2009 3:09am

Pail

Excellent story, the last one of your stories I read. You've deffinetly got talent, keep it up. Cheers.

Wed, February 11th, 2009 3:13am

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thanks! :P

Wed, February 11th, 2009 3:48am

Rainbow Rider

Dancing IS the best thing ever. I can understand what you mean, give me the right beat and goodbye rationality, home sweet dancing heart. Keep at it. Maybe some day your parents'll understand.

Fri, May 15th, 2009 6:32pm

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thanks :P

Tue, May 19th, 2009 3:39am

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